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Medicine
02:38
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Flickering feeling
You are the door still swinging - the phone still ringing
I’m burning all the boats
In the quiet, in the long drives summoned under breath; the ghost of every love I drag along till death
In truth, I only think of it as something I once fought. Like the ticking of the clock, only heard when all else stops
Rest in the reeling
Peace in the fleeing and desperate repeating.
What’s left for us but motion
The other side of midnight
Waiting for release
I sing myself to sleep with the sirens from the street
Whatever makes your skin fit, operating at a loss
The state lines are a medicine, wear the miles like a cross
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Komorebi
03:43
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Blistered feet carry around the weight of the unrest
And nothing is quite where we left it
Oh we’re just sun cured waiting for rain
Replace me with the salt from the sea
Bitter like grinding sand between your teeth
All we left ashore has blown away with the breeze
The sun shines through your leaves, Komorebi
Fever dreams induce thoughts of impulsive action
Paralyzed, drunken sunlight and losing traction
Let me be, let me wash away with the morning
Struggling to keep you at arms length.
I feel the current pull you away
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Grow Towards the Sun
05:57
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Everything was set in stone
The wicked earth matches the moaning
of the chorus drone, the repetition resonates the bones
Of the aching elders as wicked as the world
they shelter away from things unclean
Unsightly we deem obscene
Unsightly best left unseen
Make amends
And live toward and end
Oh the testament to shake
Grow towards the sun, offset the ache
Darken my door with duller days
And hold that pose, postured do break
Why should we hold our tongues
Why do we sing until we’re numb
What if we’re already the decent people we wanted to become
The things we say we wish would stay
All bound in books and put away
To dig back up in later lives and curse the way the days fly by
No easy answer in the sky
No desperate days reduced to lines
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Landor
04:47
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Escaping through the Bernheim as time moves backwards
The trees shed their dead leaves; they're full of color
Replacing memories with fragments of a world that's changing
I see that big house with chipped white paint and stained window panes
Bowman Field in sight, the constant sound of planes
You're sending me to sleep as you lie awake in pain
There's nothing I could do to rid you of these stains
I get lost in the sound of seasons change
The wind takes me to a different place
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Settle In
03:43
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Is it the thousand yard stare or the water that isn’t there
A mirage, a pipe dream
Needle back to meet the seams
These white and yellow lines keep me warm and tell me lies
The underpass that blocks the rain
The dot and dash that keeps me sane
We pine for something more
Is it a risk without reward
No matter where I rest my head, my bags are packed beneath the bed
No matter where I settle in, my heart remains where I’ve been
Lower 48 send me off and I will shake and sing for all the tilted heads, beat for the things that I have read
Dirt meets spit and I am face first in it - wait for day to end and drink until we’re blind again
Flickering feeling you are the door still swinging, feet on the ceiling
I’m burning all the boats
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